Way beyond Voivod's abilities to scrape the skull with their nuclear punk thrash, 1988 sees the band drift into new surreal stratospheres which no-one really expected, but then again, Voivod have never played by the rules. Even their iron monger style of thrash was a caustic nightmare, which, alongside Celtic Frost, was eerily avant garde, but 'Dimension...' sees the band career off into slightly more mellow and thought out voids, Snakes once rusted and spiky vocal sneer now a more psychedelic drone as he shifts through the gears of this concept machine, fuelled by Away's bizarre soundscapes. This is Voivod Mark 2, a phase seeing the band take on Pink Floyd but merging it with a hideous and robotic mutation. From here the band would stray heavily from any kind of thrash metal and descend into kaleidoscopic darkness, their very own bowels of Hell being a location far adrift from any known complex frontiers. Again, whilst the band have shed their armoured skin, 'Dimension...' proves that as a chameleon there is no greater diversity in metal than that of the mighty Voivod, brave, innovative yet at times unreachable in their quest for extraterrestrial music.
8/10
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